I dreamt it was raining balls outside. (Raining really hard, not actual balls.) Two tiny tornadoes touched the ground from the sky, and a team of scientists I happened to be with explained to me that they technically weren't tornadoes, due to their miniature size. Someone interpret?

I adore rain when I don't have to go outside for anything. My complaints: It seems like rain tends to accompany extreme weather where I live. It also comes at the worst times. That all being said, I do wish rain would consider my schedule before it visits.